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Eight Things About Granny

I found a tag on Apple’s tree. Somehow I missed it when she tagged me. Here are the Tag Rules:

1. Each player starts with eight random fact/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. A the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their name.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and to read your blog.

Since I’m months late, I’ll just post the eight things, forget about tagging anyone and get on with my day.

My hair is red, not strawberry blonde, or blonde. At least it was when I was born.

Little girls who had red hair in my hometown in the ’50s were scarce, there were 2 in my school. They got teased a lot.

The hair color thing becomes a large part of who that little girl is.

In spite of what the headline photo on my blogs looks like, my hair has faded to a gray-like strawberry blonde look, more like this.

Colored red hair looks fake. All of it, including mine in that photo. So I don’t color it anymore.

Of my three daughters, two have red hair, D2’s is light colored and curly, D3’s is auburn and straight. All of my daughters have blue eyes.

Of my five grandchildren, 3 have red hair. GD’s 1 & 2 have rather straight light strawberry blond hair, but GS3’s hair is a copper color and curly. All five have blue eyes.

The red colored hair thing wouldn’t have been such a big deal if I hadn’t heard some remark nearly every day of my childhood from someone about, “Beautiful, curly, red hair.” It was meant as a complement, but I it had a much farther reaching effect on who I was. Strange.